You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 150 The Person You Hate More Than You

August
The negotiations between Alan Houston and the Pistons have come to the final stage, and the Knicks are on the offensive quickly.

They showed the greatest sincerity, using the football market, history, Houston's future role in the team, and all the advantages of New York, an international metropolis, to give up his old club. .

The Pistons are relatively straightforward. They have offered a five-year contract worth 5 million yuan, which is larger than the Knicks' contract.

It's not that the Knicks can't afford this salary. They are busy making shit this summer, so they can only offer this offer to Houston.

Because the two true gods, Jordan and O'Neal, became free agents at the same time.

Needless to say about Jordan, the Knicks followed the principle of accepting you if you can't beat you, and offered Jordan an offer of "just ask as much as you want".

Although O'Neal wanted to renew his contract with the Magic, but the good man had intentions, but the good man was ruthless.

O'Neal's willingness to stay with the team made the Magic think that this big guy was easy to bully, and they first offered a somewhat insulting offer.

The big shark refused on the spot.

Knowing this, those teams with sufficient salary space came to them like wild dogs smelling shit, and the Knicks were one of them.

"Bang bang bang!"

Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes, and Ephraim, who was sleeping beside him, was also woken up.

"It's only seven o'clock, who is it?" Ephraim asked.

It's better not to be that idiotic woman, Madeira!
"I gonna go see."

Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim.

"No matter who it is, there must be a reason for coming so early. You should be friendly." Ephraim said.

Mo Mengchen is very gentle in front of her, yes, in front of her.

At the same time, she had also seen how Mo Mengchen treated others, it was a completely different person.

At first she thought it was very sweet, because she felt that Mo Mengchen only doted on her in this world.Later, she felt that this was not good, since he didn't have many friends, what would he do in the future if he spoke harsh words to the friends he was with day and night?
So, be nice.

"I will."

I promise you, I try not to spray her.

Mo Mengchen yawned, walked to the door, opened the door, and sure enough, she was such a stupid woman!

"Do you know what time it is?" Mo Mengchen asked in a deep voice.

Madeira held a letter in her hand and said, "Boss, don't worry about the time, a letter has been sent from your hometown!"

"Why did you send it to you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Madeira didn't know either, the reason why she was so anxious was because she felt that this letter must be very important to Mo Mengchen.

Because there are not many relatives of him alive, and even fewer are willing to contact him and write to him.

Mo Mengchen took the letter.

After a glance, the letter was sent from Melbourne.

As far as he knew, he had not many relatives there, and probably even fewer who wrote to him and cared about him.

If there is such a person, he can make a phone call.

After excluding those who can call but have to write letters, he has already thought of who the sender is.

That face came to mind again.

Very strange mood, the former Mo Mengchen hated him very much, because he was always strict and mean.

This person is his grandfather - Mo Yuanhang.

Mo Yuanhang, don't want to sail far, but he has sailed to countless places in his life, because he is one of the best surgeons of his time.

He has operated on countless dignitaries.

He was well respected in his time, and no one wanted to offend doctors, especially those who wished to live a long life.

The name Mo Mengchen was chosen by Mo Yuanhang, because his son, Mo Feiyang, Mo Mengchen’s father, disappointed him——Mo Yuanhang hoped that his child would live a completely different life from his name, just like him. Call him Yuanhang, but he wants to go far away. Similarly, if you are not called Feiyang, you must fly high, the higher you fly, the better—but, Mo Feiyang has mediocre qualifications, and he has never been a good doctor. If there is no strength like Mo Yuanhang Father, he won't even be a doctor.

The son has no hope, so his high hopes will naturally fall on the grandson.

Mo Mengchen took it under such circumstances.

Mo Mengchen, he no longer struggles with the name, he just hopes that his grandson will not learn from his father, and not be buried in the dust.

He soon discovered Mo Mengchen's talent, he was a genius since he was a child.

Mo Yuanhang taught Mo Mengchen hand in hand, he was sharp and stern, always with a face as cold as frost.

His strictness aroused Mo Mengchen's rebellion. He fell in love with basketball at the age of 8 and joined the Melbourne Youth Training Institute despite Mo Yuanhang's objection.

Mo Yuanhang would taunt him about this every day, and he hoped that Mo Mengchen would find his way back.

Mo Mengchen thinks that the most correct thing Mo Yuanhang did to him was to give him a good name. Whether he is studying medicine or playing basketball, he is outstanding.

He quickly left his peers in Australia far behind, and chose to study in an American high school, so that he could compete with the world's top peers and avoid Mo Yuanhang.

This went for many years, and he and Mo Yuanhang no longer contacted each other.

He was injured, he came back, he was injured again, and he continued to come back No matter what, Mo Yuanhang didn't bother, until the devastating car accident.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen didn't know whether to open the letter.

This is about Mo Mengchen, he is Mo Mengchen, but he is another Mo Mengchen.

Those past events flowed through his mind like water, and Mo Mengchen was there, as if he had experienced it himself.

Mo Mengchen's dislike for Mo Yuanhang affected him, and a very bad mood arose in his heart.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Madeira asked.

Mo Mengchen was not interested, so he didn't answer.

"Bang bang bang!"

Here we go again, who is this time?

The most annoying woman in Detroit is sitting next to her, who is it this time?
Mo Mengchen was inexplicably angry and asked Madeira to open the door.

"Alan Houston?"

Madeira called out.

What's the matter today?What day is this?The most annoying man and woman in Detroit knocking on my door at the same time on this sunny morning?

"Mo!"

Houston sat down straight away.

Mo Mengchen said to Madeira: "Go and buy us a breakfast."

Although Mo Mengchen didn't like Houston's sudden visit, he also knew that this guy was very troubled recently, and he needed to make a decision as soon as possible.

Honestly, he's glad Houston came to him.

This shows that he can influence this matter, rather than passively sitting at home waiting for the results.

Without this letter, he would have ended the matter today and let Houston renew his contract with the team obediently.

It's just that he's really not in the mood to be a lobbyist right now.

"You're so smart, you should know what I'm looking for you to do." Houston said.

"I know." Mo Mengchen said, "It's strange that I'm not in the mood to tell you the pros and cons of leaving and staying. I just want to ask you a question, do you really want to stay or not?"

"Yes." Houston said without hesitation.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Then what else do you want to ask me?"

Houston said: "I want to stay, but I don't know why I want to stay. New York is definitely a better choice. People around me think so, and I think so, but I just want to stay. I don't know. The reason, I want to know the reason."

"There are many things in the world without a reason. If you need a reason, I can give it to you." Mo Mengchen said.

"what?"

"Remember the bet we made? The loser has to promise the other party one thing."

"You mean Allen Iverson is going to be the scoring champion in four years?"

"Yes, I won, and the thing I want you to promise me is to renew the contract with the team."

This simply left Houston speechless.

What should he say?
It's only 1996, and the short guy Iverson hasn't played a single NBA game yet.

How are you sure he can win the scoring title?
What if you are wrong?
Did he miss it?

Houston was suddenly very angry: "It's this time, why are you still such a bad fart?"

"Because I am who I am, not the New York Knicks or Detroit Pistons, I just have confidence." Mo Mengchen said impatiently.

"OK, you better be right!" Houston was about to leave.

Suddenly, he stopped: "I don't, I'm going to stay for breakfast."

It is easy to invite the God of Plague, but it is difficult to send the God of Plague.

The matter was settled, Mo Mengchen opened the letter.

"Dust:
How's it going?It has been three years since I saw you. I heard that you have become famous in the United States. You are doing what you like. Maybe I shouldn't stop you.

I shouldn't put unnecessary hopes on you. I have done many wrong things in my life, and this is undoubtedly the worst one. I hope it is not too late.

The older you get, the more you will miss the past. I think of many things. Maybe you still have a grudge against me, but I hope you can come back and have a look.

My health is getting worse and worse, and I don't know how long it will take, but the sunrise in Melbourne is getting more and more beautiful.

It's just that dusk is approaching.

Mo Yuanhang.

Mo Mengchen folded the letter.

"In these days, who will write to you? Wouldn't it be clearer to make a phone call?"

Houston cocked his feet, puzzled by the matter of writing the letter.

Mo Mengchen put the letter away and said, "A person who hates you more than you."

"Who is that? I really want to get to know him."

Houston wants to know all the people in the world who hate Mo Mengchen, and they should form a hater alliance.

"My grandfather."

Mo Mengchen took the letter to the dormitory, but Ephraim was still sleeping.

He tried not to disturb her.

"Who's outside?"

"The most annoying guy in the world."

"Alan Houston?"

My parents gave birth to me, my grandfather taught me, and Ephraim knew me.

"Yes, this lunatic doesn't do anything early in the morning just to come here for breakfast, do you think I should be kinder to him?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim said: "Honey, a good word will keep you warm in winter."

Harmful words hurt June Han, I know, it was taught in the book.

However, on such a hot day, it is my kindness to say a few bad words to cool them down and experience all the beauty of winter.

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